Charles (Basil) Shumski
My Dido died yesterday.
Very quietly and comfortably.
A little after Christmas he had started failing and was in and out of the hospital. Finally he was put into assisted living. We found out a week ago he had Pancretic and Liver Cancer.
I went down this weekend and was able to spend some quality time with him and my family in which I will always cherish.
On Sunday me and Austin danced for him, and that kept him awake for a little while. He loves our dancing... and I remember taking him every Saturday to watch me dance.
Monday my brother had some really good time spent with him. He smiled at my brother and offered him money... which was his way. Quiet and generous.
Yesterday father Ernesto visited and anointed him, he was too weak for communion.
My mom took Baba with her for some errands, and while she was out she got the call. Baba was aware enough to say goodbye to him.
I am ever so greatful for him. If it wasn't for him my life would not be nearly as complete as it is now. He afforded me so many opportunities and was ever so kind. Even if they were out of his realm of understanding.
Of course I carry with me the guilt trappings of a 20 something granddaughter who wishes she had done more... gone to church more with him (he loved to sing and hear me sing), asked more questions... I really do not know enough about him.
But in the end I know that I did what I did and he never faulted me. Which almost makes the guilt worst.
He knew I loved him, we all did.
- Sheila
This occurrence has inspired me in a online project... I wonder if it will ever transpire. I need some solid developers... Perhaps I'll start by getting some consultation from my teachers.
Very quietly and comfortably.
A little after Christmas he had started failing and was in and out of the hospital. Finally he was put into assisted living. We found out a week ago he had Pancretic and Liver Cancer.
I went down this weekend and was able to spend some quality time with him and my family in which I will always cherish.
On Sunday me and Austin danced for him, and that kept him awake for a little while. He loves our dancing... and I remember taking him every Saturday to watch me dance.
Monday my brother had some really good time spent with him. He smiled at my brother and offered him money... which was his way. Quiet and generous.
Yesterday father Ernesto visited and anointed him, he was too weak for communion.
My mom took Baba with her for some errands, and while she was out she got the call. Baba was aware enough to say goodbye to him.
I am ever so greatful for him. If it wasn't for him my life would not be nearly as complete as it is now. He afforded me so many opportunities and was ever so kind. Even if they were out of his realm of understanding.
Of course I carry with me the guilt trappings of a 20 something granddaughter who wishes she had done more... gone to church more with him (he loved to sing and hear me sing), asked more questions... I really do not know enough about him.
But in the end I know that I did what I did and he never faulted me. Which almost makes the guilt worst.
He knew I loved him, we all did.
- Sheila
This occurrence has inspired me in a online project... I wonder if it will ever transpire. I need some solid developers... Perhaps I'll start by getting some consultation from my teachers.